C766 Old zhao

The front, the back, the left, and the right were all blocked by cars. Even if he wanted to run, he couldn't.

Seeing Taxi driver's reaction, Wang Qian shook his head.

The monk walked to the front of Zhao Caisheng's car and raised his hand, slapping Zhao Caisheng's window with two slaps. Then, he looked towards the direction of the taxi.

Taxi driver felt that the sky had darkened